I've been allergic to beauty
For 35 years
In a series of diphenhydramine dreams.
Spring stings
And all of these tears
Are wearily ripening in-between screams.
The flowers look so happy,
I can barely see them.
Oh, yellowish green
Cognitive haze.
Cloaking my brain
For a mighty good reason,
These trees are sappily
In love with my pain.
On solid screen doors
The taraxacum tours
My squalid green corps
Is sincerely yours,
I'm so dissociative
That I can be you,
And this hell is
As cool as life,
It's hard to live
But whenever I do
I'm just as well as
Wherever I might.
For crying out loud
For crying at all,
I'll eat the pollen
Until the fall.
Last year we had a rental place;
But this year we bought a house and land.
It's an older home with charm and grace
That has the potential to be something grand.
All it needs is a devoted tender loving hand.
I just painted our room a pale yellowish-green,
Reminiscent of sunlit mountain meadows.
A pergola with a flowering vines design completes the scene
Forest-green trim around the door and windows
Will accentuate the curtains in the shadows.
There are lawns in both the front and back--
I want all that fertile soil to work for me!
There is already a gardener's tool shack
By the path to a fruitful dwarf lemon tree.
Raised beds and berry bushes are what I foresee.
We can almost grow just about anything
While living in the Salinas valleys.
I wish that I had more land for everything
That I'd like to plant: varieties of citrus trees,
Grape vines, and peach, avocado, and cherry trees.
Yellowish-green is what I see.
Its a little green around the iris.
Yellow when the sun hits your face.
Brown when its dark outside, but your eyes
are so mesmerizing. Every time I look into them I fall in love with you
all over again.
The grass yellowish-green.
The trees are almost empty.
Snow drops gently fall.
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